MARCH 15, 2007 (West end to North Palm Beach, FL)
Up before sunup (around 6am). A bit windy, but NOAA says 2-4 in the Gulf stream…so it’s a go. At sun up we left the dock and started across.

Well, NOAA was wrong! There is a saying, “Never trust NOAA”….today that saying was right. The crossing ended up a trip that would test our mettle. When we got out of the marina and into the ocean, the seas were already 2-4 (near shore). On the radio we hear another boat say they are turning back and Jaycie starts crying (a little) and says she wants to go back too. We told her we are not going back and she’s just going to have to tough it out. Once we got out a ways, nearer to the gulf stream, I would estimate (without exaggeration) seas were about 4-7, with some bigger rough waves, every now and again. At times we could see ML all but disappear in the swells (we could only see her fly bridge windshield and bimini with enclosure. My biggest concern at this point was that we would lose an engine (or two!). We topped off fuel so the “slopping around” inside the tank wouldn’t stir up any sediment , if there is any, on the bottom of the tank and since we have all new filters, we should be fine. The total trip should be about 7 hours, so we will have to suck it up for a LONG TIME. The gulf stream runs at about 3 knots. With strong seas our best bet is to head directly into them, however, when we do that we drop to around 4 ½ to 5 knots, which would increase our travel time dramatically, and I don‘t think this was the best choice for our companion boat (ML). I do believe on heavy passages it would be best to travel with a boat of the same type, because what was best for me, was not for ML and visa versa (therefore, we both took courses and speeds which were not optimum for either of us). Anyway, we decide to take the sea abeam, which creates a wild “rolling” situation for our boat whenever the big sets of swells come. Luckily Joyce and Jaycie took Dramamine before we left. Even with it, they were having a little trouble with their head. Being captain and having to pilot the boat, I refused to allow it to enter my mind (although, I was definitely aware of how wild it was). When I would go below to do engine and cabin checks it would start to “get to my head” (and a little to my stomach). If I stayed in there for a long period of time I think I would be in big trouble. As we got deeper into the Gulf stream the rolling became really dramatic. Let me just say that at no time did I fear for the safety of us or our boat. I do believe this boat could take almost anything you could throw at it (I was so confident in the boat that I was actually hoping the bow would go under just so I could see it “pop” back out). Before I describe the next events, I want to make sure you understand what “rolling” and a “beam sea” is (my apologize for boring you experienced boaters). A beam sea is when the swells/waves are hitting you directly on the side/broadside of your boat. Rolling is the motion the boat takes on after being hit with this constant beam sea and your boat rocks from left to right. Being a sundeck (and I believe our full keel), we have a lot of “high weight” compounding this effect. Because of our type hull, it is not a hard snapping motion, but rather a smooth rocking motion back and forth. Before going into rough water we lay everything down inside the boat that we think could fall. Well, we rolled so hard and so many times the inside of our boat looked like it “blew up”! First our kyack on top of the sundeck lost its back end control and started swinging from side to side. Joyce took the helm and I donned my life vest and climbed up top, crawled over and re-secured it while rolling side to side. We were constantly hearing bangs and small crashes from inside, but ignored most because, even with all our hand holds below, it was still difficult (and dangerous) to walk around-inside or outside. If the crash sounded loud enough, I would go below and investigate. The next big crash was from the sundeck. We secure the furniture by tying it to the side wall, unfortunately the 48” glass top was not, and it flew off on the floor….don’t ask how it didn’t break! (thank God). While checking on that I looked in the cabin and things that you though could never fall were strewn all about the cabin. Even our “ditch bag” from under the stairs was now out, down the stairs and on our bedroom floor (still easy to get if we should need it in an emergency : ). Lamps, binders, pots, fans….you name it, but at this point they are safer on the floor. The next big crash was our wall unit with flat screen TV!!!!! Right off the wall! Pulled off its mounting (no damage to the wall or floor). Again, left it there. It’s safer there and we can check damage when we get to port (about 4 more hours). At this point, we’re bummed that we might have smashed our flat screen, but we’re still enjoying the challenge of the passage. As the bigger swells pass under us you can hear the water rush past the opposite side of the boat . You can’t see down the swell, just a big “drop off” on the other side of the swell as it rolls away from us. Very exciting…but definitely stressful and wearing. Jaycie cried a couple of times and Joyce and I yelled at each other too (usually after saying, “What’s that noise?…Well find it!!!). After doing some calculations (thanks to ML) we realize our seven hour passage is going to be more like nine!! Time to gut it out. ML has radio trouble when they get sprayed with water. They switch to a hand held and we’re back in touch. Just then we get hit by a big swell and Joyce, who is laying down on the side bench seat is literally dumped off her seat (with the cushion) and lands on the floor…along with the binoculars and anything else on the seat. When she gets up she goes for the binoculars and we get hit with another roller and she goes down…this time hard! She hit’s the bikes (which are strapped on the fly bridge) and scrapes her back on the peddle and arm on the sprocket. Two of the teeth from the sprocket penetrate and go under her skin (rusty, of course).
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Luckily she has had a tetanus shot recently (from her eye scratch). Jaycie takes the helm as I go below to get the first aid kit. Joyce is cleaned up and bandaged in about 10 minutes and I‘m back at the helm. I have to say that Jaycie did an AWESOME job!!! I don’t know any 9 year old who could have handled the boat, and the pressure, that well (the Power Squadron would have been proud). Three times we roll hard enough to pull the prop out of the water. When we finally get out of the gulf stream, on the Florida side, we head into the swells which is great for us and not so good for ML. The water is not as big on this side, but rougher. Water is spraying everywhere, but we only got “watered down” three times (which we thought was great). We come in the inlet, passing the beaches and looking out, there is no way we would have left from here on that day. But, we’re here and all is good! We take a nice leisurely stroll down the ICW and head to the same marina we left from, Old Port Cove. It’s nice and relaxing coming into this area because we know it so well. The winds are 15-20 mph but we get into the dock fine (other than the dock hand has a line across my flag pole and they snap it off- I thought we were done with damage! : ). We go below to assess the damage and what a mess! It took us over an hour to clean up. First, and most important, the TV is fine (I don’t know how, but it is). The wall unit sustained some damage (split seams, dent in face wood, broken retaining bar, etc.), but everything is repairable. The boats are COVERED with salt. Just putting your hand on the railing it comes up with white crystallized salt all over it. We wash down the boats and are too worn out to go anywhere, so we order a pizza, make some margaritas and toast the completion, and safe passage back from the Bahamas. It was a wild crossing, but definitely challenging…. and fun! (Joyce and Jaycie thought so too)
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The aftermath